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Miles
 Miles
hates the cold weather (SNOW YUCKY!!!) so he wears his
coat and boots outside. Without his boots he will
lay down in the snow and refuse the move! He is
doing awesome now!!! When we first brought him home
he always wanted to hide in a corner. He even ate
in the corner! Now he runs around the whole house.
He loves playing with his CC PP brother Ming and his family.
He loves taking toys away from Ming, not to really play
with but to annoy Ming. Miles waits for Ming to
bark at any and all visitors, when he feels it's safe
he comes to the door to greet our guest. He has
come a long way since we first brought him home!!!!
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Mack's story
Mack
was my foster for five months and was so broken emotionally,
I feared he would never find a home of his own. I fell
for him hard but with four dogs of my own, I longed for
him to be the most special boy to his very own Mom. I
found his Angel and he is the most loved dog I know. Both
the pictures were taken by his new family. My eternal
thanks to Heather and Bud! Here is his story constructed
from facts we found out about the mill he came from and
from his behavior after rescue.
Jeanne Knudson
I wait to see if we will be fed today, hunger is my constant
companion. My brother and I sit in a small corner of the
stall where we are kept. I am brown but my true color
is cream, There are more frightening things here than
mere dirt and filth. There is a commotion at the door
and he is here. The stench of alcohol precedes his arrival.
My hairless brother wraps himself around my fully coated
body and all but disappears. I sit waiting for what is
to come as I have learned all too well what happens if
I resist. My eyes are wide and frightened. As he opens
the door to the stall and I see his silhouette reflected
from the light behind him, my bladder empties. There will
be no food today. Too many have been taken away never
to return. Some try to get through the door only to have
it viciously slammed on their bodies, The food that he
holds in his hands is only to entice the unwary to his
side, to be snatched out of the stall and taken to the
shed that smells of fear and death. I am not destined
to be taken today, but that does nothing to quiet my fears.
The hapless victims' cries are heard as he is taken where
none of us want to go. The sound of shots is heard and
then all is quiet again. Around me are the bodies of the
ones who have died. Starved to death by the, man with
the beard. Another hungry night passes without incident.
The day dawns though little light reaches my stall. The
man comes again and we cower in fear, The stall door opens
and my bladder empties. He grabs for my brother but he
runs away, successful in his speed and hairlessness. He
makes another grab and my brother cries out in pain. My
fur makes his job easier and he uses it like a handle.
I wait to be tossed aside as I have been so many times
but he wants me too. We are boxed and taken to a sunny
spot to await our fate. The sun is cruel and we have had
no food or water that day. Hours go by and we are taken
out of the sun and put in a vehicle. My fear is palpable
and I wait in terror in the box while the vehicle takes
us far from the place where I spent the first seven months
of my life. My brother and I are cleaned, fed and watered,
and put in a pen. A man and lady come to see us and my
brother wraps himself around me as he has learned to do
to escape detection. I tremble and empty my bladder. We
are again loaded into the boxes and driven for hours.
This new place is different. There are things passing
by at great speed and noises I have never heard, I start
at each new sound and bolt as though the devil himself
is after me, I won't take food from the lady, as I have
been taught to expect the worst punishment for my trouble.
She throws it to a spot where I can get it and I warily
snatch it and run. After a few days my brother and I play
games. We run like the wind after each other, grabbing
the stick or leaf from the other's mouth. The stairs are
not so frightening now and the sounds are getting more
familiar. In several weeks only the loudest of them makes
me run away. My brother is sent away and I try to play
with the other canine members of this place, but only
one will play. I am still very afraid of the man here,
although he doesn't look like the one who was my captor.
The lady is very nice and I am able to take food from
her hands. I am learning to respond to my name although
I had never heard it spoken before this place. After several
more weeks the lady loads me in the car and we go to a
far place. The man there looks so much like the bad one
I am always frightened. He has a beard and wears a baseball
cap and though he speaks softly, I hide the whole time.
There is a fair we go to every day with many frightening
people and smells, We return each evening to the home
of the scary man and I run from one hiding place to another
to keep my lady in sight, After a while, we go to another
far place, My lady gets out of the car and I won't follow.
I am afraid of what is ahead. As I sit in the car, I hear
the sound of dogs barking and realize I am back home.
I fly from the car and run around in joy to find
myself back in the only place that I ever felt comfortable,
I run to the man and jump on him, happy even to see him
that I once feared. We roll on the floor playing and my
spirits soar. The days and weeks pass quickly and I am
a year old, My lady begins a new game where she clicks
and gives me something delicious to eat. I love this and
learn quickly. One night my lady takes me to a place with
many dogs and people. I hide behind her and will not respond
to the click. My fear is too great to allow me to eat.
We soon leave this place and get in my lady's car. As
she hugs me, I feel my fur become wet and wonder how it
could be raining. Weeks later and another long trip in
the car. My lady takes me in to visit another man and
woman. The man is very scary and has a long beard, although
he doesn't resemble my abuser either. As my lady gets
up to leave, I am frightened and try to follow, The other
lady holds me and I watch her leave. When the new lady
takes me out I try to escape but to no avail. The weeks
go by and I learn to love this new lady. She teaches me
that she is good and that I can trust in her. I still
don't like the man but will now stay in the same room
with him. I have been here three months and my new lady
is playing the clicker game now. We go to a place where
there are a few people also playing. I am a little afraid
but eat some of the food I am offered. At the end, I am
allowed off leash and play a little with one of the other
dogs. My lady smiles and there is some rain on her face.
She is happy with the smallest of my accomplishments and
loves me dearly. I love her too and try my best for her
always.
Sincerely,
Mack
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TATER
PIE
Kitty
(no picture available), a Crest Care rescue from Texas,
broke her leg for no reason. She then had to have the
cast redone several times because the bone would not knit.
The Vet thinks it was because of poor nutrition all her
life. It angers me when I go to the grocery
store and see people buying a 50 lb bag of a cheap dog
food brand instead a brand that is full of nutrients.
I say a silent prayer for that dog  every time I
see this.
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RADAR:
 Radar, aka Moe,
was one of the six Washington Rescues that were taken
in earlier this year. Radar was in such bad shape
that we needed a long term foster home. One of my
Pomeranian rescue buddies came forward and agreed to become
a Representative in order to foster Radar. Well,
she fell in love with him and promptly adopted him.
He is her shadow. Despite his horrible physical
shape, he follows her everywhere. She adores him.
Well, yesterday, her husband picked up Radar from behind,
and he snapped at him and SHATTERED HIS JAW.
Her husband is crushed that he may have spooked Radar.
The vet said that the dog was in such poor shape that
between the advanced periodontal disease and tooth loss
that that the remaining bone was compromised. This
is a SIX year old dog! His adoptive parents are
having the best surgeon in WA try to plate/pin his jaw
and restore it. He'll look like Frankenstein and
have to be tube fed for a long time, but if it works,
they will have their beloved Radar back. This poor
baby has been through heck. His jaw being is so
fragile that it will probably have to just leave it that
way. Even with all these troubles, Radar is a lucky
one because he has a family that just adores him.
Moe's
buddy, Lady, wasn't so lucky. Her new family tried
all they could but due to the malnutrition Lady has suffered
her whole life; she passed on at 6 years young. Lady's
picture is in the Rainbow Bridge page.
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I
guess you could say we are some of the lucky ones.
Confined to a cage for the first 6 months of our lives,
we were finally freed from the breeder and placed with
Crest Care. When we arrived in foster care we were
all very afraid. We had never been in a car, never
been to a vet or to the groomer. Everything was
so overwhelming. We had never known a warm bed nor
had we ever played with toys. All that changed in
our foster home. Our foster mom took such good care
of us. She bathed us, hugged us, and played with
us in the yard. We thought we had died and gone
to heaven! Five months later, we all still
struggle with our own personal issues, but we are making
tremendous progress. Our first birthday is next
month and we are all living with our forever parents who
love us dearly. We all know how to play fetch now,
and I am even learning to catch a frisbee. My parents
are also taking me to obedience class. I am still
very afraid of the other dogs, and I don’t pay attention
well as my insecurity is so great, but every day my parents
tell me they love me and that they are so proud of me.
Never again will we be lonely, outcast, or afraid.
Marge Piercy said “Life is the first gift, love is
the second…” and we are living proof of what
love can accomplish. - Tango
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Misha
Misha
came into my life on June 12th 2002, A stray that was
picked by Animal Control, Her time was up and they were
going to Euthanize her. She was VERY Pregnant, We had
her Transferred to The Animal Shelter, Where she Whelped
her Pups that Same night in a Foster Home provided by
the Shelter. She had 10 babies. She came to me 2 1/2 days
later, Weighing 10 lbs of skin and bones, With 8 babies
that were approx. 56 hrs old. ALL were Extremely Emaciated,
Dehydrated, and lifeless due to loss of Body Heat and
Supplemental Feedings. She and the Babies were taken within
the hour to My Vet, And we Started Sub Q Fluids and Tube
feedings. Much to my Training as A Vet Tech, I had no
"Tools of the trade" At my home... I Bottle
Fed every Hr on the Hr and kept them warm with Towels
straight out of the Dryer, And rub downs with Washcloths
heated from the Microwave, Prior to Each feeding.. Now
Feeding 8 lil ones, One at a time was a 24 hr a day Job..
I Fell so in Love with each and everyone, and Prayed that
God would help me to Keep at the Very least One baby alive.
Four died one by one in my arms, Warm, Fed and LOVED..
As I tried to hold it all together for the Remaining four
babies, Needless to say God had Another plan for THEM
And For ME... On Father's Day, I had four left and Two
Crashing at once. Although I hated to give up, I knew
that I had done ALL that I could do with what I had, and
Rushed the four pups and Mom to the Emergency Vet, Appropriately
Named "The Angel Of Mercy". They jumped into
action, Tube feeding, Incubator, and Round the clock feedings.
The Biggest Male Powder Puff, Whom I had named "Brutis"
was at the time doing the Best.. I really thought that
he would be the one to make it. We Lost Two that night,
and Brutis the Early the next Morning. The smallest pup
that I thought would go first hung on the Longest, Until
Monday Afternoon. My Heart and Sprit were Shattered. God
DID save One, He choose Momma to live. "My Misha".
I went and picked up the babies and Misha that afternoon,
Both of us Grieving for the great loss that we had just
endured in 6 Such short days. We Brought Misha home bewildered
and lost, And Frantically looking through the House for
her babies. They say Time heals all Wounds, But I still
carry Footprints on my heart of my 8 little Tiny Crestie
Angels, And Will Never forget those Precious Little ones
that I loved and cared for, And Waiting for the Day that
we will all be reunited at The Rainbow Bridge... As for
the Miracle that God had Planned for me, Misha REFUSED
to be Re-Homed and has Now been in her "Forever Home
one year .. Happy, Healthy BOSSY and Beautiful, The "Princess"
of my Home and My Heart! I will Never forget the Gift
that was bestowed upon me with Misha. (She will never
let me forget that SHE choose ME) Thank You God for Sparing
this "Angel" for me to Love and care for, Forever,
until you choose to take her to be with her babies on
The Rainbow Bridge.....
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LEERA
Hello
to all:
I
just wanted to let you know how I'm doing now that I've
been with my new parents for almost 4 weeks.
 I think I'm beginning to really like it
at this house. I have a big yard that I can run in, and
especially like to go outside in the early morning and
late afternoon when it's not so hot. Sometimes my human
Mom or Dad will play chase me-chase you, but I always
win 'cause I'm so fast! I can run like the wind, and sometimes
just run and run till I can't run any more! Yesterday,
I met this funny thing that kept moving around, so I was
brave and decided to "check it out". When I
got closer to see what it was, it started spraying me
with water and I really didn't like that part. My new
Mom just laughed at me and called me a "silly girl"
then picked me up and everything was okay. But I made
sure it didn't spray me again! The grass in my yard is
thick and soft and I like to roll in it when I go outside.
I like to chase the things that come to visit the yard--little
crawly things that roll up into a ball when you touch
them with your nose, and once a big hopping thing. It
was fun to hop with it until it went into the bushes with
the pickers on them--Mommy calls them rose bushes. I like
to smell the fluffy things, but the pickers scratch you
if you don't be careful!
When
I'm playing in my yard, I always stop every few minutes
to make sure Mommy or Daddy is still outside with me.
Sometimes Mommy goes in the house without me and I watch
her through the window in the door--after a minute or
two I have to tap on the glass to remind her I'm still
outside and she comes and lets me in and says what a good
girl I am, but I don't think I like to be outside by myself
yet, maybe later I will want to go out alone, but not
just yet.
My
Mom & Dad like to play with my wonderful new things
they call "toys" and I'm teaching them some
new games! They will pick up a toy and squeak it while
I watch, then they throw it away and I go get it and give
it back to them and they squeak it some more and throw
it away again. I keep getting it and giving it back to
them until we get tired of that game and then we play
something else or they brush my hair. That always feels
so good.
Most
of the time I go potty outside because they don't put
any papers down for me. But sometimes I'm too busy playing
or I forget to go outside - and boy do they get EXCITED!
They start saying "LEERA NO", then pick me up
and take me outside. The last time I pooed in the house,
Mommy picked me up and showed it to me and said "bad
potty" in a voice I didn't like, then you know what
she did?! she picked up the poo and took us both outside!
She put the poo on the grass and put me next to it so
I could see it real good, then said "good potty"
in that voice that tells me I'm going to get a treat,
so I guess that is where I'm supposed to go poo ALL THE
TIME! I've been trying really hard, and haven't pooed
in the house since then. They seem happier when I poo
outside too, and don't say the NO word. Instead they give
me a treat and tell me how good I am - just for pooing
outside! Aren't humans funny!
I
can walk all the way around the block now, but still get
nervous if I see something big or some human ahead of
us. Mommy says she's going to start taking me to the park
or the mall for our walks so I can get used to the other
humans, but I don't know why! I like it best when we are
at home, just the three of us. Sometimes I sit with Mommy
and sometimes with Daddy and sometimes we all sit together!
A
few days ago, some big humans and 3 smaller humans came
into the house. I found a wonderful place to go when I
feel scared or want to be alone--it's under the thing
Mom & Dad & Me sleep on when it gets dark. I stayed
there for a while, but when I came out to check, they
were still here. I wanted to go back to the safe place,
but Mommy made me come out. I guess the little humans
are okay, because they gave me some of the special treats
that I like so much and brushed my hair. Mommy stayed
close by and I kept watching her, but didn't move away
from the little humans. I saw them once before, but I
still don't think I trust them yet, and was happy to see
them leave.
When
it gets dark, they bring my bed into the sleeping room.
Sometimes I sleep with them, and sometimes I sleep in
my own bed. The only problem is, they keep forgetting
to bring in the wonderful toys, so I have to make sure
I get them myself before we go to bed or they get locked
out in the other room and I can't get them to play with.
After
the doctor made the worms go away, Mommy got real worried
because I wasn't eating as good as she thought I should.
Really, I just didn't like the dry stuff they were feeding
me. Now they mix it with a little wet stuff that tastes
so much better! I found that I can eat the softer wet
stuff and, most of the time, spit the dry stuff out! But
they won't give me any more of the soft wet stuff, so
I end up eating the dry stuff when the other stuff is
all gone.
I've
started looking at some of the different stuff in the
house. I still get scared sometimes when I see something
new or hear a new noise, but Mommy or Daddy just show
me what it is, and hold me while I give it a good sniff,
then it's not so scary anymore.
Mommy
says it's time for my pretty girl bath, so I gotta go
for now. I'll keep you posted.
Love
You, Leera
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 Welcome to Crest Care. My name is Niles the Jester. My parents also call me Tiny Tim,
due to my small frame, and Doodle Butt, due to….well,
that one’s pretty much self explanatory. I came to
Crest Care in May of 2002 with my littermates Hope, Faith,
Miles, and Leera. We were 10 months old at the time. We
were living in crates in an empty van in Texas (Texas
is very hot in May). We had never been vetted or groomed
so we were a real mess. One of the Crest Care members
in Texas picked us up from the breeder and took us to
the vet for medical treatment. After we had our shots
and were fixed she placed us into various foster homes.
My foster mom, who is now my adoptive mom, drove to southern
Oklahoma and took custody of me, my sister Faith, and
my brother Miles. Mom fell head over heels in love with
Miles and wanted to adopt him, but she had to place him
into another foster home because I needed extensive medical
care and demanded a great deal of attention. I remember
mom cried when she turned Faith and Miles over to another
couple for fostering and she had only had them 24 hours.
When I came to Crest Care I was heartworm positive and
suffering from chronic complicated cystitis (chronic bladder
infections with crystals). Mom said I was a real gem and
that I had a wonderful spirit. I took all my medical treatments
patiently and was never disagreeable. Mom spent many hours
taking me to doctor appointments and going to the pharmacy
for antibiotics. It took 6 rounds of antibiotics and 2
diet changes over a 7 month period to correct my bladder
infection. My mom has a soft heart. I think that’s
why I made every attempt to convince her to keep me. Mom
found a very loving couple who wanted to adopt me, but
they were many miles away and wanted me to be potty trained.
I knew mom was thinking of placing me with this new family
so after she hung up the phone I peed on the sofa. I knew
if I could just stay long enough, Mom would never be able
to let me go…. And I was right! My foster parents
adopted me in May 2003. They tell me I am a very funny
boy. I just love to make mom and dad laugh. I have two
canine brothers, Gawain, a prim and proper middle aged
poodle, and Tango, a loveable, playful Chinese Crested.
(You can read Tango’s story on this website too).
Currently, I am working on my CGC. My mom is very proud
of me and I am so happy that Crest Care was there when
I needed help. Thank you to all of you who are members
of Crest Care and those who support Crest Care. My life
and my mom and dad’s life have been forever changed
because of you.
Love,
Niles
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Sophie
 Hi Everybody-
Just wanted to let you all know that Sophie (known briefly
as "Ltl Bit") is doing great. She has been with
us now for about three months. We are very grateful to
Stacy and the entire Crest-Care team. Sophie is the most
precious little thing (an 8lb. Crested !). We were told
that the Houston SPCA rescued Sophie and several other
CC's from a puppy mill. They released SOME of the CC's
to Crest-Care. The vet believes that Sophie is about three
years old (we first thought she was a puppy). It was obvious
that she had been living outside - in the sun. Her skin
was very dark, rough and dry. She was so frightened of
people, she would just stare off, drool, and shake. She
even snapped at a very sweet friend of ours (that got
just a little too close). Sophie loves her new home and
her new people (an 40-yr old mom and her 13-yr old daughter).
She sleeps in her "Mom's" bed. Her skin is now
soft as a baby's : ) She does the celebratory "mad
dash" around the house when I get home. She has the
sweetest little expressions and is truly a delight. WE
LOVE HER SO MUCH! I believe Elizabeth said it best (in
the rehomed story of Pixie), "Jackpot"! It is
my understanding that Sophie was brought in with Theodore
Mouse and would love for them to be able to say hello
(face to face, or face to bottom) one day. Best wishes
to you all.
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Noe
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Dear friends at Crest Care,
 Hi my name is NOE, (its pronounced no-L.
You’ll get it in a minute). I am one
of the happier stories. I was never abused
or mistreated in any way. I was always fed
a specially prepared diet so my skin would always
be pretty. One-day g-d decided that he needed
my human to come home, so I told her it was okay,
that I would be okay. That’s how I came
to be part of Crest-Care. I had a wonderful
foster mommy Patsy, where I lived with 3 other crested
just like me.
One
day Popi contacted Patsy and asked if I could go
to live with him in Sarasota Florida.
He
said that he was born 2 days after Christmas; his
daughter was born on the feast of the epiphany,
and his son
Patsy
and Popi met at Lassie's Restaurant (no I didn't
make that up) in Ocala FL. She was afraid
I might be timid, but boy was she wrong. As
soon as I saw Popi I jumped into his arms and started
to kiss his face. You see I knew immediately
that he needed me to take over the running of his
home, the big blue house. There are 4 males
living in the big blue house, Popi, Devin (my
human brother) yang (my fur brother) and the other
dad. Almost every night pops and I go into the kitchen
and we cook. Yang and I like chicken and rice
/arroz con pollo, or liver and rice. I help
with the laundry on Saturday mornings and I generally
oversee that everything runs smoothly. We
have 2 giant oak trees in the front that are full
of birds and squirrels. Yang and I sit on
our couch and we watch them for hours. Sometimes
we sing to the birds and the squirrels. It
makes them happy. When its cold Popi makes
a fire in the fireplace. I like to lay in
front of the fire. It’s so warm and toasty.
When its time for bed I sleep near pops so no one
can disturb him during the night. I used to
be afraid of thunder but I'm not anymore. Shortly
after I took over here, I realized that yang
was more afraid of thunder than I was. I spent
so much time comforting him, I forgot to be afraid.
Yang needs a lot of looking after, if you know what
I mean.
 The grandma and grandpa came to stay
with us for the winter. Gee I just love grandma.
She brings her 2 fur babies when she comes, princess
and chipper. Grandma gives me treats and grandpa
sings almost the same way that I do. One day
I'll join him in a duet. Grandpa is very big
for a human, but he has a very gentle soul.
Yang has a big crush on princess and chipper likes
to watch the animal planet on TV. I showed
her the squirrels but she likes the TV better.
On the weekends we all pile into a big RV and we
travel. We take lots of food and water with
us and we have lots of fun.
Although
I think pops is smart, he can't take pictures.
He tried but they never came out right. Finally
he had a friend take my pics so he could send my
story to crest care. He wanted to write sooner
but he just couldn't get my pics right. He
apologizes for the delay.
So
there you have my story. I am happy and healthy.
I send wishes of the same for all my crested brothers
and sisters and the humans that share their lives.
Peace, NOE
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Twiggy
 Dear Crest Care,
I wanted my mommy to write to all of you and let you know how
happy I am in my new home. I have been with my new mommy
for 7months now, and we both feel like we are in heaven,
my mommy pinches herself to make sure it is not a dream.
( I would probably do that too if I could ) :-)
I have a younger sister Sassy who is red, long and low
to the ground. She is what my mommy calls a dachshund
& she is 5 yrs old, a younger brother who
is really skinny but about as tall as me, his name is Peete
and he is what my mommy calls a Chihuahua-he is 4 yrs
old and another brother my own age (8)- (well.. I will
be 8 in Nov) anyway...he is really handsome, he is bigger
then all of us at 22 lbs, his name is Jesse and he is
what my mommy calls a Miniature Schnauzer. We all get
along and play very well with each other. We all like
to play pile up on mommy's lap in the recliner..... it
is pretty funny. My mommy told me that she adopted
Jesse & Sassy just like she did me.
Mom loves all of us so much but I think I am mommy's girl, Sassy
is daddy's girl and Jesse belongs to my human brother-
He is 13 and is such a sweet boy to all of us-just like
mom & dad. Peete -he belongs to everyone.
My mommy had me house broken in less then 2 weeks. Jade really
helped me get on the right track when she had me as a
foster, so it did not take my real mommy long at
all.
I learned to go out with all my siblings, but then she would tell
me to go pee pee & poo poo, well every time I
did, I got 2 small treats...so I learned fast that
potty was an outside job. I had a few accidents in my
new home but my mommy just cleaned them up and told me
No No....we go potty outside ... not inside.
She was so patient with me. Now she does not even have
to ask, I let her know when I have to go. She tells me
everyday what a good girl I am.
I am called many different things....Twiggy is my name - but I
know my mommy is talking about me when she calls me her
little boo boo girl, my little booger butt or her little
naked baby. My favorite is when she calls me her precious
little baby girl. She talks to me in baby talk voices,
I think that is so funny, but it makes me feel even more
loved.
I am now playing with 2 small plush toys and I just
love them... they squeak...I play tug of war- not bad
for an old girl with not many teeth. My mommy laughs so
hard because I will get so wild with my toys and they
will fly out of my mouth then I have to go chase them
& shake them until they fly out of my mouth again
My mommy told me that my first 7 yrs of life was spend in an awful
place and that I had so many babies it was sad. But
Crest Care rescued me, got me fixed right up,
Jade took care of my skin and taught my mommy the do's
and dont's on how to care for me and now..... I am
more beautiful then I could have ever imagined.
For a toothless old lady.. lol
My mommy tells me everyday how lucky she is to have found me,
but I feel just as lucky to have her. She loves all my
kisses, of course now I am a "little" spoiled.....so
I will talk to my mommy until she holds me, then I
give her many kisses and wag my tail so hard she thinks
it is going to come off. She always tell me thank you
for the kisses Twiggy..... so I just keep giving her more.
We have this thing where if she puts her finger to her
lips, I know that means she wants a kiss, so I give it
to her.
I sleep with my mommy and daddy in a really big bed, but
I like to be right up against them when I sleep. I like
sleeping with my head in the nook of mommy's neck. They
are so sweet to me, they will position themselves around
ME, but never move me. This way I can stay where I want...now
that's LOVE!!! I even have my own king size
pillow.. WOO HOO
I stay with my mommy in her office during the day- I have 2 beds
in there 1 of them is the one my foster mommy made for
me, and a chair right next to Mom's work chair ( I am
lucky I have a mommy that works from home so I'm never
in a crate) when I get up from a nap I will stretch from
my chair to hers and then I get lots of loving.....
when I feel like I have had enough I'll curl back up for
another nap.
My mommy takes me places and out of town to show me off. My mommy
tells everyone she knows about Crest Care and how wonderful
they are.
My mommy has sent Jade many notes on how silly I have been over
these past 7 months. I can hear my mommy laugh when
she is writing them and I can imaging Jade laughing when
she is reading them.
I am so good for mommy when she grooms me and she keeps me looking
so pretty. I am very used to my baths and my lotion rubs-
I feel like I'm at a SPA getting the royal treatment.
I gum her chin & nose often as a sign of love &
to let her know just how much I love and appreciate my
new home. My mommy told me I would be treated like
a princess for the rest of my days. Boy she was not
kidding, sometimes mommy will hold me and rock me to sleep
in her arms....and sometimes, when my mommy thinks I'm
asleep in bed, I feel her gently petting me, kissing my
head and telling me how much she loves me and I hear &
see her tears of joy...I never knew humans could love
us as much as this...I just smile inside and snuggle closer
to my mommy,,,for I love her more then she knows.
Thank you Jade for finding me the right home and the right family,
for finding me a mommy that loves me more then I could
have ever imagined possible.
Thank you Les Dove for doing the home visit and seeing how bad
my mommy wanted me and that it was a good home filled
with lots of love.
Thank you again Crest Care for saving my life- me and mom will
always thank GOD for that.
All my love
Twiggy
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